nasa’s experimental aviary project is in jeopardy.
its ‘songbird class’ members, in the field executing cia operational tasks, are being exposed and destroyed.
capable cia agents are sent to recover the corpse birds.
it is decided the remaining birds should be brought in from the field.
the cormorant, a level-one ‘sea bird’, once deployed, is not permitted to deviate from assignment and will resist any attempt to bring him in.
a contract assassin is hired by nasa to bring in the cormorant.
so, nasa has some problems:
discover who is targeting the members of the aviary project.
coordinate a recovery effort with a distrustful cia (who would like to claim the aviary project for itself).
and, safely secure the cormorant.
all while managing the budget-sensitive space shuttle missions in the era of reagan administration politics.
there is travel to bangkok, thailand; managua, nicaragua; detroit, michigan; and (of course) cocoa beach, florida.
and how exactly does an aging, jaded james dean fit into all of this?
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